On the upswing

I'm finally feeling like myself again.  My room is clean, I've worked out the past two mornings, and I have some energy. Life is much happier.

I'm now in charge of Children's Choir at church.  It's a little overwhelming to think about, but I know that this is going to be a fun thing for me to invest in. I love kids; I love teaching kids; and I love Music.  All of these things add up to great amounts of fun on Sunday nights.  Now if I can just get through the list of 20 things that have to be done before the kickoff on Sept 7th. 

Recently, a friend showed me some tough stuff about myself.  It is so easy for me to become selfish and complacent! He showed me of how completely selfish I was being about some things. It was one of those hard, but good conversations. (And he didn't even really know he was doing this, which makes it even more of a God thing.) Now I have to figure out what I am going to do about it.

We are already in week 8 of summer. And I will be gone all of week 9. That means I really only have 2 1/2 weeks of summer left. Crazy. Weird. Where did the time go?!? Soon it will be the fall and I will be thankful to have all of my friends back. I live in such a weird world. 

Now I just have to get all of the work that needs to get done before the end of the week finished. And then - Colorado Mountains here I come.

Strep Type G

I personally didn't know that there were different kinds of strep. When the doctor told me last wednesday, "You don't have strep." I went on my merry way thinking I just had an upper respiratory tract infection.  I didn't seem to be getting better as the week progressed and on Sunday thought, I need to go back to the doctor.

Then I got the call. A most frustrating call. It was the doctor saying that they needed to call me in a prescription, please call them back. So I called them back, and guess what, I do have strep. Strep type G.  The immediate test only tests for type A. Awesome. So now, in my feeling awful, I have to drag myself out of the house, to the pharmacy to FINALLY get on antibiotics. That's right friends. ONE WEEK after I started feeling sick, I finally get to start treating it. 

And now it is Wednesday. We are three days into the antibiotic regimen and I pretty much hurt worse than ever.  The upper respiratory tract infection has decided to get worse, so now I can't breath out my nose and my throat hurts. And everytime I swallow my ear hurts, since my tonsil is so swollen my ear can't drain. 

All this to say, Joanna is throwing herself a pity party.  Feel free to join if you so choose. Feel free to ignore also.  Just be thankful that you don't live with Joanna. Then you have to hear all the complaining. I have apologized to my roommates multiple times for my whining. I just hate being sick! Right now, nothing sounds better than being to eat without pain. or Andy's I feel like Andy's frozen custard could go a long way to making me feel better. I just might have to make a trip for lunch...

The Deadly Parking Lot

If you live where I do, you can probably guess where this is.  There is this shopping center in town, and the whole world likes to hang out there.  It has a Jason's Deli, Marble Slab, Starbucks, Ross, Linens N Things, and some other stores.  I spend a lot of time here, and I must admit, almost every time at one point I will think, "That car is going to run straight into me."  Usually an unfortunate word is at the beginning of that phrase.... 

Anyway, today, due to my ridiculously swollen lymph node, I decided to have soup for lunch. (Much more pleasant to swallow.) Of course Jason's has the best selection of soup. Which meant facing the (dun dun dun) deadly parking lot. (Seriously the dun dun dun plays through my head when I think about going to this shopping center.) So off I went. 

In the time span of going, parking at Jason's Deli, then leaving, I almost got backed into THREE times. One time actually required a horn. The entire time I thought "I hate this parking lot. I wish I could pick up Jason's and move it somewhere. Anywhere else. Preferably not on Broadway somewhere else." But I survived my trip, and the lack of strange feeling while eating lunch was totally worth the driving.

On the precipice...

Something big is coming. I can feel it in my bones. I actually have the "I don't want to eat because so much emotional junk is going on in my brain." I haven't felt this way since my sophomore year of college. (though it's not nearly that extreme. I'm actually eating which wasn't what happened then)  I really thought I was getting sick for awhile, but now I think it is just everything. I could be more specific, but the junk is too personal.

I got really shaken up (in a good way) at Summer Staff Bible Study on Wednesday.  I am complacent.  I would much rather run the path of least resistance than face challenges of any kind. I hate change. I hate conflict. I'm passive-aggressive. I'm lazy. I'm a gossip. I'm am a sinful, fallen person who has so far to go in her walk with the Lord. 

My heart is at a very tender place right now.  It is time for me to do what I know. But sometimes, ok all the time, putting the talk to action is so hard. 

Who knows how long this period of stress will last. I know it will make me grow, but growing up is so hard...

Mom for a day!

Ok, so I wasn't really Little Larsh's mom, but hey, it felt like it today. I got the call at 6:45 this morning. Little Larsh's baby brother was on the way! I jumped out of bed (more like rolled), took a quick shower and headed over. I'd been waiting for this call for DAYS! Little Larsh slept through the commotion of mom and dad leaving and I had to wake him up so that we could get to church on time.

We made it to church and he had tons of fun playing in the nursery. Of course he was supposed to nap from 11-1, and had only been asleep for 10 minutes when I went to pick him up just before 12. We went through a drive through for me and then brought him home to bed. Then came the wonderful fact of him sleeping for almost 3 hours. It was sheer bliss. Once he woke up and ate, we played and went outside and blew bubbles. (Ok, I blew bubbles, but he enjoyed watching them float by). Then he was mr cranky pants again, so he is currently taking a nap.

Which leads to how I am managing to blog. Mom's, I have a new respect for you. And Little Larsh is an easy baby (at 11 months he is still a baby)! I can't wait to go up to the hospital and meet the new Baby Larsh. I'm sure that pictures will be soon to follow. But for now, I've got to go check on the laundry...

Oh summer staff...

When my college summer staff found out that I was still using xanga, they expressed their shock. Apparently I am far behind the times. So here I am on blogger. I'm pretty sure I won't blog any more regularly, but hey, it's a new place to start.